It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything.

Maybe my muse left me when i decided that real life is too important and i chose to be that practical girl who does nothing else but work, go home, socialize a little over the net, eat, then sleep. After reading some wonderful fics, I realized how empty it is.

It is empty and disappointing, knowing that I had moments when words just flowed and I didn’t get the chance to write them down. Or I did get to write them down but too tired and lazy to type them in. I’m a shame, even to me.

The last few months have been– well, tiring. Thank God it’s worth it ‘coz the money i got went to help out in the housing loans. But still… I don’t enjoy it anymore. All of it. Of course i do laugh. Funny moments are just around the corner. But i am not happy. I wonder what happened along the way. Just last April I was ecstatic. Now i am joyless to the point of insomnia and headaches.

Do I need to stop? Am i meant to stop? Is it time to stop?

Maybe yes. Maybe not.

Night is my favorite time 
for without the darkness one wouldn’t see the stars 
without the sun one can see the moon’s glory 
run with all your might and feel the breeze 
let the wind freshen your skin 
let it give you life 
let it give you hope 
let yourself be renewed 
all during nighttime.

- Faye C.